Poem: Left at the Side of the Curb
We picked up
the sofa
abandoned
at the side
of the curb.
The tired cushions
had seen
much better days
the ruffle flat
like a wilted flower
My sewing machine
whirs for hours
gives it new life
new upholstery
to brighten our old room
What is thrown
at the side of the curb
has been transformed
given new life
and new purpose
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